And the sunlight – too much –
That I tie onto skin,
Golden strings, golden locks,
Now they’re together – here, it’s time to begin.

Sunlight and hair, the best things to wear,
Ordered white and black, I contrast you.
There are sticks, there are dots, there is wood that don’t rot.
Proof of sense, I adore you, adore you.

If I just stood still, dressed with sunlight on skin,
Then I’m sure you could prove that I’m mad.
But I give you these notes, so you smile and dote,
On this crazy woman of golden hair, of notes seduced from white and black bare.
Do you realise that I don’t really care?

Black and white will be keyed; I’ll demand this – my need.
And forget and not be aware.
You can watch if you like, stand and stare,
But I’ve told you, my sanity’s there.